Omega's Claim, Alpha's Surrender 2
He had been run through with a silver-tipped blade, the entry and exit wounds tearing his chest and back to shreds until his muscle and blood were a single ruined mess when the warriors dragged his body back to the pack house.
I recalled the frantic moment we first brought him to the high altar, his wolf thrashing as the silver poisoned his veins, his bloodied lips moving in a desperate whisper. At first, Quincy had assumed he was letting out death groans from the sheer pain and tried to soothe his beast with heavy sleeping herbs. But when she pressed her ear close to his chest, his dying wolf was actually clawing through the agony just to whisper my name over and over.
Letting out a low, qu